The fatty was shocked. He looked at Eighth Brother in confusion. His expression was extremely confused and incredulous.
"Cough, cough… Why, why…"
The fatty really didn't understand why Eighth Brother would kill him.
He was clearly helping him. Why would he kill him instead?
Old Eighth looked at the fatty in front of him and smiled coldly. He said, "Cousin, you can't blame me for this. Just now, you said that two people sharing is better than three people. If that were the case, wouldn't it be better for one person to take it away?"
As he spoke, he glanced at Black Rock beside him and chuckled. "So, even if I don't want the things in the box, if I hand them over, the credit will still be great."
The fatty looked at Eighth Brother's face. He felt that Eighth Brother's face was becoming more and more unfamiliar. He was becoming more and more different from the cousin he knew.
